Fuck her in the ass in missionary

"I think I wanna fuck your ass," John says. "And I want to look you in the eye while I do it."

"Bullshit," Alaina says. "Fuck off, I didn't say you could fuck me in the ass."

"It's not about what you said," John said. "I dared you to fuck me. I didn't specify what parts I get to fuck."

Alaina's eyes look over at the crowd for the first time. Few people, you're sure, would give her shit for telling a creep like John to fuck off and go away, even for asking to fuck her at all. That dare was going too far to begin with, and it's a miracle that Alaina has played along for this long in the first place. Still, it seems like she's determined to see it through; maybe she would think less of herself if she backed down from the dare.

"Fine," Alaina spits. "You fucking asshole."

"I'll be the one fucking assholes here," John says. "Don't worry."

Alaina rolls her eyes. "Where?" she says.

"On the bed," John says.

"Do you at least have lube?"

"No," he says.

"Fucking prick." Alaina stands, covering her pussy with one hand as if the crowd watching from the doorway isn't about to see her have sex. She walks over to the bed and lies down on her back, her long curly brown hair splaying out like a halo around her naked body.

John stands up and walks over to the bed. At some point it seems that he's discarded his pants, because he's down to his boxers as he climbs over onto the bed, leaning over the woman you've lusted after ever since coming to college at the beginning of the year. You agree with Alaina; he is a fucking asshole. But there's something sexy about this situation, even if she doesn't see it. You're really going to get to see her get fucked in the ass with a crowd full of people.

"Ready?" John says, his boxers down around his knees.

"Just get it over with," Alaina says. "It's not like you aren't going to finish in a minute flat."

John doesn't even bother asking if he can put it in, and he isn't gentle. Alaina cries out when his dick goes all the way up her ass on the first push. Even you know that that isn't the way to fuck someone's ass. Then again, you doubt John cares. He's probably taking it where and how he can.

Alaina covers her mouth with her hand. The look on her face is one of incredible pain, but of surprising pleasure, too. John's dick isn't huge enough to really tear her ass up, but apparently it's big enough to make her enjoy it somewhat. She grunts into her own palm over and over again as John harshly shoves his dick into her. She shuts her eyes every few strokes, as if in pain, but you can tell she likes it a bit, too. You can see John entering her ass, spreading her cheeks with his hands, his dick holding her asshole open.

Alaina wasn't wrong when she guessed about John's stamina. In what feels like less than five minutes, you recognize the face of vinegar strokes on John. He stares down at Alaina as he doubles his roughness. Her half-pained half-pleasured squeals are barely audible over the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh, even with her hand over her mouth. "Take it you dirty fucking slut!" John yells at her as he cums, filling her ass with his yellowish-white jizz.

He pulls out and grabs her head, dragging it to his cockhead and having her lick it clean. Then he drops her back to the bed, pulls on his clothes quickly, and runs out of the house. You notice when John is gone that Alaina is licking the bits of cum around her mouth clean, and that her fingers are gently toying with her bright-red asshole, his creampie still spilling slowly out of it.